practice poem'sA Poem by bluesmanThe poems I first wrote. I am just starting to learn to write poetry and short stories.
Poverty
We don’t notice That much is clear For if we saw Than we would care But not enough Of us care When we see Because if we were to stop And think About it Than we would See That It could Be me Who is just A paycheck Away from Being one Of Them. The old river I was here When the dinosaurs were only here When the Indians were the only man Living here I saw the white man ship’s come I saw the war’s with the Indians The slave ship’s The war between North and South The civil right’s movement I witness the alien that land in Roswell And when the world come’s to an end I will Witness it Too! My dog My best friend Never judges Doesn’t speak Always’ happy To be With me When I leave He’s sad When I come home He jump with joy My protector My buddy My child who I’ve raised He been by my side From day one And will be Faithfully By my side Where every I shall go No matter What. © 2012 bluesmanAuthor's Note
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